Well,
this may sound aggressive and emotional to a few or many, but trust me when I
say, No, You Don't.

You
do not know how it feels when the auto driver looks at the rear view mirror and
his gaze revolves from the cars to your breasts.

You do not know how it feels when
you feel trampled upon by people, being touched by them and not being
actually done so. Their stares do that to you. When you walk past a busy
market, people rush past you intentionally so as to brush their hands against
your boobs or some even grope them in a crowd.

You
do not how it feels to be a teenager going out shopping in a street market and
while trying out a top, the shopkeeper grabs your boobs to "help" you
wear the top. And all this while, four other men stand there, looking at the
way the man gropes the left boob under the top, and then puts his other hand on
the right boob to pull the shirt down. I see innocence evaporate out of the child, right there.

You do not have any freaking idea
how it feels to be brushed against at all the time, in the bus. It is so common
and so disturbing that I have stopped travelling in the buses at all. If you
are sitting a man will come and sit beside you, even if it is a Ladies seat.
And the next thing you know is he will attach his thigh to yours, and if you
are unlucky, then his bag comes up on to his lap and his hand behind the bag
that slowly touches the side of your breast. If you look at the person, he'd
look like he has folded his hands, but behind that veil, the man attempts to
grope your breast.

If you happen to be standing, you
witness a mini-porn right there, too bad if it happens to star you in it
though. You just got into a crowded bus and before you realise, men have
"strategically" positioned themselves around you, almost in a silent
understanding between them. Thus, you find the main culprits, standing one
ahead, one behind you, stacking themselves against you while two three men
stand right at the sides so that you don't find an escape. Blocked from all
sides, one brushes his penis from behind at your buttocks while the other
brushes his butt on to you from the front. Do Not mistake it to be
Unintentional because believe me,a gentleman knows how to maintain the
'necessary distance'.

Yes, of course we move away, and no
body stops us. But, the smirk on their faces reveal that they have achieved
what they wanted to- simply make the woman conscious of her physical
vulnerability. So, you may begin to harp the noises and bring out the flags,
but when it actually happens, so shamelessly in front of you and when you look
into their eyes to make them realise their mistake, you face this beastly stare
back, the one that promises to ravish you down, a sexual hunger that is so
scary that you do nothing but turn away, silently. Because even if you make a
hue and cry about it, you know that the man with a hurt ego will hunt you down
and make sure you are 'severely punished' for 'humiliating' him.

You
do not know how terrible it feels, when people make passes at you, how while
men at a passing motorbike whistle at you, telling you what they want to do
with you. How he will fuck you till you cry for his mercy or perhaps till you
die. How he will finger your vagina out or fill your oesophagus with his semen.

Shaming the woman of her sexuality
is the new Agenda, or so it seems. A man in the auto or bus next to you looks
at you in a traffic jam. You happen to look that ways too, to see him lick his
lips to suggest that he wants to do the same to you, and the traffic signal
goes green and he is off in the other direction.

You
do not know how it feels when a dear friend comes to you sobbing about how two
bikers came and harassed her, and then followed her to her house and kept
stalking her, calling out names. Or how someone she did not like, proposed to
her and when she declined, he posted maligning information about her on the
net, created her fake profiles or posted her as a prostitute on some adult
site, revealing all her personal information including her landline number and
address.

You do not know how it feels to feel
bad for her, and at the same time imagine these things happening to you too.
Just because you dared to slap the fellow to tried to grope you or ask someone
why he was staring at your cleavage. Just because you shouted back at the men
who whistled at you or you filed a complaint against a person for sexual
harassment who might send his friends to trouble you even further.

And
what if the police never took your case seriously and the man, with his hurt
ego comes after you, because you reported about him!

You do not know how it feels when
you need to cancel a meet or a girls day out, only because the world out there
isn't 'safe' enough, and parents do not allow us to go out because they cannot
change the system, or the men but can protect us, thereby not letting us go to
far away places or going out after 7pm. You do not know how unsafe you feel
when you are in a cab, returning from a far flung place and the cab driver
steals glances at your breasts and how they shake every time he intentionally
hurdles the car into the potholes and speed breakers.

You
do not know how it feels to be bullied around by a sibling or a boyfriend,
simply because he is a man. How you are told to take off pictures, not talk to
certain people on the social networking sites and how you have to ask for
permission a hundred times, and give assurances of every kind, to simply go out
for a friend's birthday party.
You do not know how it feels to be told what to do or what not to, what to wear
and what not to, what to say and what not to. You do not know how scary it gets
to hear news of rapes, molestations and harassments all around. You do not know
how it feels to be mocked at, at every step of your life for being a woman who
is aware of her sexuality and who protests at every sexist comment that comes
her way, on some joke on PMS or her being fat and thus unattractive, her being
a feminist and so on.

You
clearly do not know how it feels to be a woman in the 21st Century where at one
hand she is said to be independent strong-willed and fierce, but on the other
hand, she is shamed about her sexuality, and somehow masculinity takes pride in
subjugating femininity.

The power relations throughout our histories
have shown gender relations as power relations wherein how strong a power is,
is depicted in how weak the other power is made to be. But it isn't so. The
power-relations in case of gender are complementary. We benefit each other and
by each other. A home, companionship is incomplete without the feminine and
without the masculine; the house cannot become a home.